Thou art more fair and lovely than any day I've seen, more beautiful and radiant than any sunrise, or any sunset seen anywhere. Explain to me the ocean's many moods - the endless sweeping of the shore, its thunderous crashing on the rocks at Idleberry, and the serenity when the wind fills the sails - then I can interpet my soul's dreams of you.

Gone, like the noble Careltons at Entwissle, is my hope of knowing the pleasure of one day's journey with you. Nor will I feel the gaiety of the laughter from your heart while the sun warms the body, mind and spirit. The excitement and anticipation of that glorious-filled morn has not waned, but I know I have settled into the sort of friendship that never needs explaining; never doubts or is bitter; but floats through the years and continues even in absence. Know this, I find a corner of peace every day. It is my desire that you not go looking for peace, but rather peace finds you.